Typically these interspersed people do indeed spend their afternoons sipping hot shots of cocktail spritzer and MiXiNg with ALL SORTS OF instrumental yet equALLY imbecilic pEoPle:
Wordsmiths worried to the hilt of their being about their own sense of postHUMOROUS prestige!
Musicians who WILL NOT hEaR a SINGle fucking thing but for the sOuNdS of their own sought-after sentences SOMETIMES..
Drugged bedraggled and advantageously(?!) aDdLeD individuals
— Of divided attention: Between US… And tHEM- with a tiny ‘t’ for tragicALLy transgressional eejits With (flurries of) fIsTs for fingers
These guitars may as well be seats
To sit-on and S-M-A-S-H beneath our anticipatory feet
